The Closet

At three in the morning she turns on the light

While clutching her teddy bear

She runs to the closet as they start to fight

Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm

As she silently starts to weep

She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm

A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years

Her closet becomes her bed

Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears

As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own

Married to the love of her life

But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown

She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light

While clutching his teddy bear

He runs to the closet as they start to fight

Knowing he's safe in there.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice twist

[Annabelle Lee]

Oh, Whisk, clever yet devastating. Wow, speechless